That morning, Elena had just arrived in front of her mall in the city center. The sky was still overcast, but the streets were already bustling. She got out of the car wearing a white blazer and black trousers, elegant as ever. Tamara, her personal assistant, followed behind with a tablet.

"Mrs. Elena, today's agenda is quite busy. You have a meeting with a supplier at ten, then—"

Tamara had no time to continue when someone suddenly appeared from the side and grabbed Elena's hand.

"ASTAGA!" Elena was startled, almost dropping her bag. She turned quickly and her eyes widened at the sight of a familiar face—the face she had...